Avast!

'Twas another Gasparilla this Saturday past,
The Grand Court presented a feast, nary a pirate should fast.

We gorged on sausage, eggs, and 'cakes en masse,

Then swaggered north to the ship with four hours to pass.

The Pimp Pirate Lexxxer came forth with his grog,

A stiff blend of whiskey, and juice- a perfect parade prologue.

The winsome wench Dixie did coquettish flit,

Seeking a pirates lap on which to relax and to sit.

With her silken bodice and coiffed golden hair,

She did grace the ranks of Bayshore with her usual flair.

The cannon thundered, echoed by the muskets blast,

The wenches cavorted; their gleaming smiles did flash.

Slowly to his feet Dread Pirate Couch did rise,

And sought for a wench to claim as his prize.